from the wooden casket
her fingers play like spiders
nimbly dancing on a web of iron
it lies on the smoothest rosewood
her prey is built of horsehair
such powerful vibrations!
such music to her ears!
quickly her prey dances back and forth
tho never does she escape
the wooden casket sings songs of old
still the iron waves dance
nimbly does our spider creep
and back to her position
And once again the horsehair prey
Dances to the casket song
They waltz to the beat to the spider legs
Until they cannot dance anymore
Copyright © Charlie Murder | Year Posted 2014
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